So I learned Monday that eggs over easy served cold can lead to food poisoning.
Go figure.

At least it let me catch up on my readings.
For your reading pleasure, a lil' ditty I came across in my literary travels.

Your one true love's a sailing ship
That anchors at our pier.
We lift her sails, we man her decks,
We scrub the portholes clear;

And yes, out lighthouse shines for her,
And yes, our shores are warm;
We steer her into harbor,
Any port in a storm.

The sailors stand upon the docks,
The sailors stand in line,
As thirsty as a a dwarf for gold
Or centaurs for cheap wine.

For all the sailors love her,
And flock to where she's moored,
Each Man hoping that he might
Go down, all hands on board.